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... lounging on a chair made of pure energy, playing with a transparent force field ball in his hand.
Inside the ball, a miniature figure was silently roaring, none other than the God of Blade whom he had captured alive.
But at this moment, the once exalted Holy Spirit was like an insect trapped in amber, struggling in vain.
Dionysius Spencer’s gaze penetrated the force field, directly reading the deepest memory fragments of the God of Blade’s soul.
Those ancient sec ...
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